Ode To Jamaican Mango, Mi nuh drink kaffee tea Mango Time
Sometimes I read certain things that brings back flashes of my childhood and a smile on my face. Growing up we had a very tall and very big Blackie mango tree in my backyard. About half the tree grew over the back of the house and when mango season is in fill swing, all you can see on this tree is ripe mangoes. The trees position over the house acted like a mango alarm system for us kids and no matter where we were, or what you were doing, our mango radar was fine-tuned and set to maximum, allowing us to detect fallen mangoes. The first warning you get was the sound of the detached falling mango clearing the leaves of the tree. Followed by a solid buff, as the mango contacted the roof. After which the tumbling sound of the mango rolling off the roof and finally another solid buff, as the mango hits the ground, "The Eagle has landed" and we are off to the races. If you do not have a keen sense of hearing or you were not fast enough or tall enough then you were out of luck. Lu...